The Art of Resilience
And the old man murmured
“Try me at war”
Days came
They passed
Hours
They’d soundly
Blossom
Mankind
Regulated
Then Played
Possum
And the old man grinned crimsomly
“Gentlemen try me at war”
Seasons came
They passed
Fruits bared
Wholesome
At last
The markets
Flourished
And rashed
Again
The hunger
Settled
For gasp
With his eyes merely closed
The old man insisted
“Younglings your should try me at war”
Weather became warmth
Droughts made plentiful
Hardships plagued comfort
To become less sentimental
Oranges faded, green, colorful, then badge
Youth, who ever knew this old man might age
Sincerely written
And unconditional surrender amongst this page
As the old man rested, he lay
And to this day his tomb may say
“Gentlemen try me at war”
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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